Chemical Salvation

7: 30 on a summer's nightout in the city cruising on my bike

I've been sitting in the park all daydrinking cheap wine, getting highwatching time just drift awayslipping through traffic with my walkman onno obligations nowhere

I belonga million miles above the day-to-daylost my religion but

I keep my faithand as the night comes infeels like home againgot both feet on the groundbut my mind's on vacation and

I'm tuning out

I think the drugs are kicking inmy hands are numb and the whole bar's spinningthe sun is setting and

I'm feeling lostdown at the club trying to shake it offit's too early to dance so

I'm drinking scotchhanging with the germ at the bar in my flip flops16.50 and a gram of **** *on my condo* it's for my own insanityso

I hit the bricks, relax my mindturn the music up, glide along under the streetlights

I cross the city

I make the roundsand when last call comes, you know

I'm finally coming downand as

I'm heading home, feels like

I made it wooohand everything's alright so it's over nowanother transmission from the late night

I think the drugs are kicking inmy hands are numb and the whole bar's spinning7: 30 on a summer's nightout in the city cruising on my bike

I've been sitting in the park all daydrinking cheap wine, getting highwatching time just drift away

I think the drugs are kicking inmy hands are numb and the whole bar's spinning